Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.